Ever had a weekend that wasn't quite as weekend-y as you thought it would be?
Had one of those.
Saturday was a good day in some ways, but it was overshadowed by bad (no, more than bad; horrific) news, and I've spent a lot of the weekend praying to know what to say and how to say it.
Fortunately, today was a diagnostic testing day for ELA, so it was quieter than usual today in my room.
You waited until the last week of August to show up, about the time I always hope you'll go away. Don't stick around long; I enjoyed your absence.
Hello, stomach bug. You've arrived early, and you need to vanish quickly.
Hello, teenage hormones. When you're gone, it will mean my kids are grown.
I have a love-hate relationship with this truth.
Hello, tomatoes. You're taking over the counter.
That means I should do something with you, doesn't it?
Questions, questions, and more questions.
You are the faith story in progress.